Sunday, September 27, 2009

I would do anything 'musically' 2please my husband,even 2impress a boyfriend musician.Or kickin it the way he likes it, just as friends.But the musician, he's not my husband.He has his, but I have no band.He isn't my boyfriend.He can have any woman --& does, 2comfort him.The man isn't even my friend.We never laugh 2gether just as people,so musically --I can't do nothin 4him.

How dreary to be somebody!How public, like a frogTo tell your name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog!

~Emily Dickinson

Friday, September 18, 2009

The Duchess: Be what you would seem to be -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

Alice: I think I should understand that better, if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I cried out 2 him, he must not have listened.My heart, I cut out 4 him.Now, my heart beats 4 his mistress.When in that moment, as I numbered & counted my last breaths--he gave me his.God must have wanted me 2 get a 2nd chance & because of them, I averted death.

In my 1st life, my heart sang melodies.The 2nd, beat their names.They played the same game, at the time, on opposing sides.My 4 chambers were evenly divided--2 in death, 2 in life, 4 ~1 knight traded his 4 mine.No more was he around 2 receive my love, so I chose the other side.

Time past & this love proved not 2 last.Many memories we made, he comforted me, we laughed.We shared our dreams with each other & embarked on our journey 2gether.I was 'his', just as he was 'my' lover.Although, I could sense it then, him swaying 2wards another--1 much darker & stronger.

This darkness, more & more, it consumed him.It ate away our relationship, completely crumbling its breaking foundation.Remembering him, I then ran 2 my living angel.Destiny almost took him from me 2.Consumed with guilt, I wasn't about 2 let him slip away from me without thanking him properly, like I should have so long ago.

Compelled 2 get 2 him & 'through' 2 him, my sanity was overthrown.My desire took hold, burning within me 'A Blaze'!Reigniting an old passion as a phoenix is reborn from the flames.Silently, I could hear him cry, 'Where were you when I needed 'you' by my side?!'.2 my face he said nothing, just turned away.

The ever-present beating of his name wouldn't cease, 2 give me even a moment's peace!I'll admit that part of me just wanted it 2 go away, as I cut out my heart & served it 2 my king on a silver plate.In my 1st life, my heart sang melodies & in the 2nd, beat their names.In this 3rd try, it does not sing, nor does it beat a name, but instead weeps poetry.The dried up tears you see be4 you, bled upon a page~